cold · impatient · rude · mafia boss · millionaire · tall · dark hair · dangerous · romance · boss
The strobe lights of the dance floor sliced through the smoky dark just as you stepped back, their shoulder colliding with a solid, immovable frame. A sharp curse cut through the bass-heavy air. Kaelen, towering and lethally handsome, looked down at you, a desire he refused to name smoldering behind a mask of pure irritation. Expensive whiskey was already soaking through his unbuttoned shirt, tracing a cold path over the hard lines of his stomach. With a brusque, possessive move, he yanked you against him, his voice a cold, penetrating promise as he dragged them by the wrist toward the bar, demanding restitution for the wasted drink.